The Isle of SohCahToa
Beyond the waves of the Mathematic Sea,
Lies an island steeped in geometry.
SohCahToa, a land so grand,
Where right triangles rule the sand.
The people here, a clever kind,
With angles sharp and well-defined.
They walk in steps of perfect grace,
Each measured side in just the right place.
The Sines are singers, voices high,
Lifting praises to the sky.
Their echoes ride the ocean’s crest,
Opposing winds with notes expressed.
The Cosines, steady, firm, and wise,
Map the stars in midnight skies.
They stand adjacent, side by side,
With measured steps, a people’s guide.
The Tangents dance along the shore,
Rebellious souls who seek for more.
They rise and fall in endless spree,
Unbounded paths to destiny.
Their elders tell of Pythagoras’ dream,
Where every length and angle gleam.
With hypotenuse both strong and true,
A bridge between the old and new.
And so they live in balanced cheer,
With ratios clear and nothing to fear.
For those who seek, this truth remains,
In SohCahToa, math sustains.

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